Be Gentle, Immortal Master

Chapter 217 – A Wife’s Duty

There was indeed no better way to warm our new bed, I thought as I lay atop him in his embrace. Last year when I slept in this cabin for the first time, it was chilly even in early autumn due to the wind on the cliff seeping through the wooden walls, but now, all I could feel was the flame within me and all around me. I ran my fingers idly down the soft linen beneath us, a bit regretful that our sweat must end up ruining the crisp sheets.

He noticed my gesture. "I came to freshen up this place while you were on the main peak saying your goodbyes," he said. "I made sure the bed was sturdy, the new sheets were the strongest weave, and the window was small enough to not let in too much light …"

I chuckled, remembering our conversation about the improvements we needed for my room at Mount Hua. "Relieved to hear that you are all prepared." I pecked his lips. "The night has just started, and we'll have plenty of time to test everything out."

I had kept him inside me, and I felt him twitch a little at my words. His hand that was resting behind me stroked my back gently. "I see that you already have a plan for how to enjoy our days here," he breathed.

Grinning shamelessly, I propped my chin against his chest and stared into his eyes. "What else would you do anyway, all alone with me on this secluded mountain top? Not like I can expect you to hunt my dinner and chop firewood all day."

He arched an eyebrow. "Why not? Isn't it a husband's job to keep his family warm and fed?"

I blinked. Even though Mount Hua was already in the past now, I still couldn't disassociate him with that perfect, unworldly immortal. To think that someone like him would deign to take on such mundane chores simply seemed wrong to me. "But I don't need to eat much as a cultivator," I argued, "and spiritual power keeps me warm without a fire. None of those are necessary."

"They are if you want to gain some of your weight back," he countered, obviously displeased with my opinion. "I have a few recipes planned for you already. Now that our deal is over, you don't have the right to stop me from cooking for you anymore."

I smiled at the overprotective tone in his chiding. "You will spoil me if you keep doing everything for me." I kissed him again. "The next thing you know, I won't remember how to do anything around the house at all."

He huffed. "You speak as if I had ever made you do any work around the house … Though you are right in that a wife has her duties as well." His hand moved down my back, landing seductively over my bottom and squeezed. "You should consider repaying my hard work with your own."

I giggled at the look of him pretending to talk seriously. "What type of hard work?" I asked, equally seriously. "I have a few skills, though none of them seem to be what you need. I can cook, but you don't need to eat. I can clean, but cleansing spells are faster. I can mend clothes, but since it's just the two of us here—" I traced my hands over his chest, "—I prefer it if you simply don't wear any."

Another twitch between my thighs, and I knew my words had their effect on him. Suddenly, an idea flashed in my mind. "Husband," I cooed, bringing my lips against his again, "if you don't tell me what I can do to repay your kindness … then I can only use my imagination and keep trying until you are satisfied."

Sealing our lips together, I clenched my inner muscles and squeezed him within me.

He sucked in a deep breath, almost biting my tongue. Surprised by his reaction, I did it again, and I gloated inwardly as I felt him growing harder with my every move. "What do you think?" I whispered into his mouth.

This thought had come to my mind the last time I asked him to stay inside me. I didn't dare try it then, because I didn't want to tax his body more than he was ready for, but now that I had seen how well he had recovered day by day—

"Q-Qing-er," he gasped. "When did you—"

I repeated my action, watching in satisfaction as he hissed once more, cutting off the rest of his sentence. "When did I learn this?" I chuckled against his lips and completed the rest of it for him. "I have to teach myself once in a while … After all, I don't have a master anymore, only a husband who expects me to repay his hard work."

Lifting my body slightly, I let myself hover a little above him, and I started to slide over his shaft that was already harder than I had ever felt. "Do you approve?" I planted a kiss on the side of his neck and asked. "Does your wife carry out her duty well?"

He only groaned in response. His hands gripped my buttocks tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh. "Little devil," he gritted his teeth. "You never fail to surprise me …"

I laughed softly. I could never have enough of this look on him, his face flushed with desire, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. I trailed my kisses down the hollow of his throat, eliciting another groan from him, and I sighed my own pleasure as the heat of him within me started shooting tingles throughout my body. "Don't worry," I breathed into his ear, "I'll keep it nice and slow this time … so you can enjoy a wife's special treat for as long as you want."

His heavy breaths brushed past my cheeks, and I kept my words, letting the euphoric sensation slowly wash over us once more.